A Thorough Oral Examination

Jim stepped out of the July heat into the lobby of the dentist's office, relieved to feel the cool air-conditioned air wash over him. He headed for the front desk and wrote his name and appointment time on the sheet on the counter, disappointed to see four names that still weren't crossed off. He was only five minutes early for his 5:30 appointment and regretted picking the last one of the day, knowing how Dr. Stanton often ran behind. But it was the only time that fit with his work schedule, so he settled into a chair and started going through emails on his phone.

"Mr. Thomas, do you have the same insurance?" the receptionist asked from across the room. Jim popped up and pulled out his wallet, fumbling through it for his insurance card as he walked back to the counter.

"Here's what I have," he said as he handed it to her.

"Yep, it's the same," the receptionist said. "You're all set. Just have a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly."

"Do you know how long it will be?" Jim asked.

"You're up next," the receptionist said curtly. "Just have a seat."

"Will Kendra be my hygienist?" Jim asked. "When I made the appointment I asked..."

"Yes, I remember," the receptionist replied. "And as I told you then, we don't take requests."

"I know, but she does such a great job," Jim said. "We had a great conversation the last two times I was here, so I thought maybe..."

"This isn't a dating service, Mr. Thomas," the receptionist said, rolling her eyes at him.

"I don't think it is," he protested. "Like I said, we had a great conversation and I really like her personality."

"Uh-huh," the receptionist replied. "I'm sure it's her personality. Have a seat." Jim sat back down, a little embarrassed. I'm not lying, he wanted to say. Kendra had been his hygienist the past three times he'd been in for checkups, and he really enjoyed talking to her. He always took the last appointment of the day, always on a Monday because of work, and they'd been the last two people in the office both times. They'd stuck around for an hour last time, and almost as long the time before, just chatting about all sorts of things.

Sure, she was cute--he wasn't going to deny that. About 5'5" or 5'6", she had a lean, athletic body and a pretty face, with light brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. But she was in her late twenties, maybe as young as 25, and there was no way she was going to go for an old guy like him. It really was about the conversation, he wanted to stand back up and say. And about the job she does, he would add, but he let it go, not wanting to make things worse.

"Jim, you can come on back," the receptionist said about ten minutes later as she held the door open and another patient walked out. "You'll be in room three, on the right."

"Who's my hygienist?" he couldn't help but ask. The receptionist rolled her eyes again, letting Jim know exactly what she was thinking as he stood up.

"You don't get to pick the girl who's in the room with you," she said. "This isn't a brothel, Mr. Thomas."

"I don't think..." he protested as he approached the door.

"Mr. Thomas, please be respectful," the receptionist interrupted. "Remember, this is a professional office, and Kendra deserves to be treated with respect. Don't do anything inappropriate, do you understand?"

"Of course," Jim said, happy she'd said it was Kendra after all. "I would never--you know what, never mind. This is ridiculous." He walked past her, wondering if she'd told everyone in the office as he strode down the hallway, past two rooms with patients in them before stepping into room three. It was empty, and wasn't even really a room, more of an open bay with three walls and a curtain that could be closed to shield those inside from view.

"Hi Jim, it's nice to see you again," he heard from behind. He turned to see Kendra across the hall in an open area that looked to be a supply area. She was dressed in black scrubs, and as he glanced down Jim couldn't help but notice how good she looked. Her scrubs fit her snugly, and Jim noticed her slender waist and the curve of her hips before he reminded himself to look up, not wanting to add to his troubles. "Just have a seat, I'll be with you in a minute," she added, her eyes meeting his as he raised them.

I guess she noticed me checking her out, Jim thought as he went into room three. Probably not a good start, he realized as he sat down on the dental chair. No way she's interested in a 46-year-old. She's way out of your league anyway, he thought, even if you were her age. Yes, the receptionist had told Kendra all about his request, he was sure of it. The two of them has probably gotten a good laugh at the thought of some old guy--one who was average-looking on a good day--wanting Kendra as his hygienist because he thought she'd be into him, that maybe during his oral examination she would...

"So, how've you been?" Kendra asked from behind as she entered the room. His back was to the hall, and he couldn't see her yet, his view being only of himself, the three walls and the cabinets lining them, and the light in front of him he knew she was about to shine into his mouth. He heard her sit down and then she rolled next to him, their eyes level with each other. She looked different somehow, like maybe she'd done something with her hair. It was longer than six months ago, and maybe a little lighter, still light brown but almost verging on blonde.

"Good," Jim said. "How've you been?"

"Same old, same old," Kendra said. "Before we get started, there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Jim felt his stomach tighten, and knew the receptionist had told Kendra everything. "Sandy at the front desk said you requested me as your hygienist." Jim started to protest but she put her hand on his right arm to stop him. "I'm flattered, I really am. But this is my workplace, and I want to keep it professional, okay? Plus, I don't know how Dr. Stanton would react to me dating a patient, and I really need this job."

"That's not why I asked for you," Jim said with embarrassment. "It's because of our conversations the last two times, it really is. I enjoyed talking to you, and you're a really good hygienist. It's not because I want to date you. I mean, of course I would, you know, if it were under different circumstances. I'd be crazy not to, because you're very..."

"That's really sweet, but let's stop there, okay?" Kendra interrupted, her hand back on his arm. Jim liked when women did that, and her skin was so soft and smooth that he felt himself start to get aroused as she smiled at him. Please, not now, he said to himself, and took a deep breath. "Let's just be respectful and professional, how about that?"

"What the receptionist said, about not being inappropriate, I'd never do that," Jim said. "I don't know where she got that. I'm not some creepy guy trying to..."

"I think we've covered it, Mr. Thomas," Kendra interjected as she pulled her hand away and put gloves on. "Any issues with your teeth? Any pain, discomfort, anything like that?"

"Nope," Jim replied. Now I'm Mr. Thomas, he noted, figuring that couldn't be good. No, that receptionist put all kinds of ideas in her head, and now Kendra thinks I'm a creep. "All good as far as I can tell."

"That's what I like to hear," Kendra said as she pressed a button to lower the chair slightly and then recline the back, getting him into position. "Now let's get started on your oral examination. As always, I'm going to do a really thorough job, and I promise you'll leave here completely cleaned out." She was above him now and he was sure she'd changed her hair, lightened it a bit and let it grow out. She looked better than six months ago, and he wondered if he should compliment her as she put on her safety glasses and a surgical mask. No, she's here to work, he thought, not to get hit on awkwardly by some old guy. "Go ahead and open wide for me."

Jim opened his mouth and she adjusted the light before gazing inside, probing with a little metal tool with a scraper on the end. She poked at his teeth, staring intently into his mouth as he looked into her brown eyes. She didn't even glance at him, he noticed, and he felt like an idiot. Although he'd never admit it to the receptionist, she'd been right--part of him had thought maybe he had a shot, maybe she'd enjoyed their conversations as much as he had. Maybe she was into older guys, he'd told himself.

But no, she was here to work, he knew as she poked at his gums, making him wince a little. "So, how's the legal profession?" Kendra asked. Jim was relieved that she was at least talking to him, and pleasantly surprised she'd remembered he was a lawyer.

"Pretty good," Jim said, his mouth still open wide. It came out as something like "eh-ee-guh," and he wondered why dentists and hygienists always asked questions while they worked. She withdrew the metal scraper, allowing him to continue, "It's been busy. We won a trial a few months ago and since then we've gotten a bunch of new clients, so I've been working a lot."

"That's a good problem to have," Kendra said. "Employment law, right? Am I remembering that correctly?"

"Yeah," Jim said, intrigued that she'd been paying attention. "How's everything going for you?"

"It's been okay," Kendra said. "Alright, almost everything looks great. No cavities as far as I can tell, but we'll have Dr. Stanton take a look. I do see some wear on your teeth, like you've been grinding them in your sleep. Have you noticed that? Ever wake up from hearing it?"

"No, never," Jim said.

"Has your wife ever said anything about it?" Kendra asked.

"No, I, uh, I don't have a wife," Jim replied. "At least not anymore. She divorced me about a year ago."

"Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry," Kendra said. "I just assumed--I'm sorry, that was presumptuous of me."

"No, it's okay," Jim said hesitantly. "It's for the best." He was still trying to convince himself of that, his wife having just up and announced she was leaving a little more than twelve months earlier. Apparently he wasn't meeting her needs, wasn't giving her the fulfilling life she wanted. Now she was dating a younger guy, one who apparently filled her in a way he couldn't. It still grated on him, especially since he was still single.

"Has your girlfriend or anyone else mentioned it?" Kendra asked, and Jim just shook his head. There was no girlfriend, no one he was sleeping with, just him and his... well, he certainly wasn't going to mention that out loud. "I'll have Dr. Stanton take a look. You may need a mouth guard. Gotta protect those beautiful teeth, right? You have a little plaque buildup, and your gums are a little swollen in places, but everything looks good. I'm going to clean your teeth now, so go ahead and open again."

Jim opened wide and felt her start to scrape his lower left teeth, a little on edge as he waited for her to inevitably prick his gums with the metal tool. "Anyway, I've been working a lot too," she said. "I live a little over an hour south of here, out in the country, so they're long days. I get up at five to get ready for work, and I don't get home until six."

"Uh-huh," Jim managed to mumble.

"I like living where I do, but the pay up here in the city is so much better. So it's worth it to drive, but it doesn't leave me much time. I'm in bed by nine, and after I work out and eat dinner I only have like an hour, maybe 90 minutes to relax." She was leaning forward a little, and Jim wanted to glance down, to see if he could see inside her scrub tops and get a glance at her breasts. They were nice, he knew that, not what he'd consider big but also not small, certainly large enough that he wouldn't mind...

"You're probably wondering why I don't just move to the city," Kendra continued, and Jim grunted another "uh-huh," content for her to believe that's what he'd been thinking about. "My parents and my sisters live there, and now all my nieces and nephews. And it's so much cheaper down there. I mean, the rent here is out of control. But on the other hand, maybe I should. I wouldn't have to hear my mom and sisters going on and on every day about me getting married again." Interesting, Jim thought, noting she'd said married again, which meant maybe she was...

Her voice shifted to a higher pitch as she mockingly said, "Come on Kendra, when are you going to get married? Yeah, Kendra, why aren't you dating anyone? So what if you're divorced, you should be able to find a man." Then, back in her normal voice, she added, "It gets old, you know? I mean, I'm still young. It's not like there's no hope for me." She took the scraper out and said, "Okay, let's rinse. Open your mouth again and I'll give you a few squirts."

She put the water sprayer into his mouth and sprayed it, to his surprise adding, "I bet you were hoping you'd be saying that to me, huh?" Jim almost spit the water out, and as she withdrew the sprayer she held up the suction tool and added, "Remember, don't swallow." Jim closed his mouth after she inserted it, and then she said, "I bet you'd never say that to me, though, would you?" He looked right at her, shocked that she'd just said that, and wondered if she was smiling behind the surgical mask.

No, she's making fun of me, he realized, laughing at me for thinking I had a shot, just like everyone else in this office. "I, uh, I don't know," he stammered once she'd finished, unsure of what to say.

"Sorry, sometimes I can't help myself," Kendra said.

"It's okay," Jim said. "For the record, I wasn't hoping to say the first part."

"Right, you're here for the conversation," Kendra replied.

"I am," Jim sighed. "And also, for the record, no, I wouldn't tell you not to swallow."

"Okay," she said hesitantly, drawing the word out as an uncertain look crossed her face, and Jim instantly regretted it. She was just making a joke, idiot, and you respond by telling her you would let her swallow? Like there's any chance of that, he thought as she gestured for him to open his mouth. She went back to work, in silence now, cleaning the right side of his lower mouth before again rinsing it out. This time, when she put the suction tool in, she said, "Close your lips tightly around it," and then added, "Now that is something you'd say to me, wouldn't you?"

Jim opened his mouth and let her remove the suction tool as his face reddened, then said, "No, of course not. I mean, if you wanted to, that would be--you know what, I'm not going to say any more."

"It was just a joke," Kendra said. "Like I said, sometimes I can't help myself. Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. But you're cute, you know, the way you get all embarrassed." What the hell does that mean, Jim asked himself. It's a joke, but she thinks I'm cute? So does that mean it's not really a joke, and that maybe she'd actually do that? No, it just means I'm a bumbling idiot, one who gets flustered when a pretty girl talks about blowjobs, and then she thinks I'm a dork.

"Sorry, I just, I wasn't expecting that," Jim responded. "Women don't usually say things like that to me."

"So," Kendra said. "No wife, no girlfriend. I guess that explains why you were hoping to get laid at the dentist's office. A bit unorthodox, I have to admit. We're not really known as an erotic destination, you know."

"That's not what I was hoping," Jim said. "But yes, no wife. She's 42 and is dating a 29-year-old now."

"Go ahead and open wide for me," Kendra said, this time putting a little mirror and the scraper into his mouth to work on his top teeth. "God bless her, but I don't think she's going to like it."

"Really?" Jim said, but it came out "uh-ee."

"Guys that age aren't worth it," Kendra said. "Sure, they're good looking and can go all night, but they can't even hold a conversation. They spend all their time staring at their phones, to the point they can barely look you in the eye. And have you been on any of the dating apps? I swear if I get another picture of a guy's, you know, I'm going to puke. Why would you send me a picture of that when we just started talking?"

"Uh-uh," Jim said, trying to convey he would never do that.

"And there's always some crude comment," Kendra continued. "Like, hey, I bet you look even better on your knees. As if I'm just going to do that for some loser who still lives with his parents and doesn't have a job. Sorry, not happening. And then when you do find a guy who seems decent, they always want to do gross stuff. Ugh, it's so frustrating--I'm a dental hygienist, not a porn star or a prostitute."

She stopped working, and Jim said, "For the record, I never thought this was a brothel, like that receptionist said I did." But now he was thinking about Kendra kneeling in front of him, and he felt himself start to get aroused. This is going to be a problem, Jim thought as he lay reclined on the dental chair. What kind of guy gets a boner at the dentist's office? She already thinks I'm a weirdo, and now it's going to be right out there for her to see.

"I know they get it from porn," Kendra said, ignoring his comment as she returned to cleaning his teeth. "Watch porn and play video games, that's all guys do anymore. Then when they're with a real woman, all they want is the money shot. You know what that is, right? Sorry, not into it. If you're hoping I was going to let you do that, I'll tell you right now it's not happening."

"I wasn't hoping..." Jim tried to say, but it sounded like "ah-uh-int-oh-in."

"And they're always trying to shove it down my throat, like they can't wait five minutes," Kendra continued. "I mean, I'll get all of it eventually, that's not a problem. Not much of a gag reflex here. But isn't it better letting me do it? Let me go nice and slow, do a really thorough job?"

"Uh-huh," Jim managed to say, taking a deep breath and trying to stop his growing erection.

"I like to really take my time," Kendra continued. "Really work a guy over, you know? It should take as long as it takes. No need to rush, right? Sloppy and enthusiastic, that's what I always say. But no jerking off at the end and finishing on my face. I mean, you guys do that what, once or twice every week? Why would you want to do it yourself when you have a woman right in front of you, willing to do it for you? Another rinse."

Jim was fully erect now, with nowhere to hide as she rinsed his mouth out. He couldn't believe she was telling him all this, openly discussing her oral sex technique. The thought of it made him so excited, so turned on that he wanted to...

"Okay, last one," she said, apparently not noticing his arousal. He breathed a sigh of relief as she went back to work and continued, "But I won't be doing that anymore, at least until I meet a decent guy. I'm just not going to reward any of these duds anymore. No job plus no respect plus no talent in bed equals no Kendra. Which is a shame, because I enjoy doing that, and I'm really good at it, you know?" There was no helping it now, all this talk of blowjobs making him insanely horny. Here he was, at the dentist's office, with a massive erection while he got his teeth cleaned. But what does she expect, he thought, talking like this with a guy who hasn't gotten laid in more than a year.

"Maybe that's another reason to move up here," she continued. "All the guys my age in my town are so underwhelming and pathetic. And it's not like I'm getting any younger. I know, I'm not even 35, I still have time, right? That's what all my friends say. It's just so hard to find a good man these days." Almost 35, Jim thought, so that means she's what, 34? I would have guessed 28, maybe 27, he thought. She isn't that much younger than 46, at least not enough for it to be weird. And what I wouldn't give to hook up with a 34-year-old, especially one with a body like...

"Okay, let's rinse one more time and then we're all done," she said. "Everything looks great, and we got x-rays last time so we don't need those. I'll go get Dr. Stanton." She suctioned his mouth and pulled her gloves, mask, and glasses off, letting Jim see her pretty face. Damn, she's so attractive, he said to himself, just as she glanced to her right, at his crotch. "I'll give you a minute to let that go down." Jim felt his face redden, and then redden more as she said, "I guess you enjoyed the conversation again, huh?"

She stepped away before he could respond, and Jim wanted to disappear. He had no idea what was going on, whether she was into him or just screwing around with him, to teach him some kind of lesson. No, she's just messing with me, he thought, talking about all that so she could make that last comment and tell all her colleagues.

He took a couple deep breaths and thankfully his boner subsided before the doctor arrived. "So, I hear you were pretty easy today," Dr. Stanton said as he entered the room. "Kendra says everything looks good, except you may be grinding your teeth."

"I've never noticed," Jim said unsurely. Kendra was to his left now, her pretty smile and snug scrubs making him worried he'd get hard again.

"I'll take a look," Dr. Stanton said. "Go ahead and open wide." He poked around for a minute or so, and then said, "I do see some slight wear. Good catch, Kendra. Excellent work. Sometimes stress can cause grinding. It's a way your body releases tension. Not a huge deal, but we can make a mouth guard for you right here in the office. Kendra will just take some impressions and then it'll be ready in a week or so. Sound good?"

"Sure," Jim said. "I guess so."

"It takes a while to get used to having it in your mouth, but after a while you'll barely notice it," Dr. Stanton said. "Kendra can tell you all about that. Anyway, you're the last appointment of the day, so unless you need me, Kendra, I'm going to head out."

"I can take it from here," Kendra said before she and the dentist walked out. She was gone for several minutes, and Jim's mind raced as he sat in the dental chair. What was that about keeping it professional? All I did was ask for her as my hygienist, and then she acts all offended but spends the whole time talking about blowjobs? And then she points out I have a boner, like it wasn't her fault, going on and on about--maybe she is into older guys. Does she want me to ask her out? Or maybe, right here in the office, she wants me to...

"Okay, I'm back," he heard from behind. "I need to take some impressions. You'll just bite down on this, and then we'll use it to make your mouth guard. Do you prefer it on top or on bottom?"

"I guess top," Jim said.

"I prefer being on top too," Kendra responded, a hint of flirtation in her voice. "At least at first."

"Okay, I don't know what's going on, but about before," Jim said as she rolled her chair next to him again. "I know you said you wanted to keep it professional, but then you started talking about, well, you know, and I..."

"Couldn't hide how much you enjoyed the conversation?" Kendra asked in a flirty tone. "Go ahead and open wide, and then bite down when I tell you." Jim opened his mouth, still embarrassed, and she put a plastic thing that held a gooey substance into his mouth. Jim gagged a little, and she said, "Breathe through your nose and bite down." Jim complied and as he sat with it in his mouth, she said, "Good thing you're not a girl. You'd never get a boyfriend with a weak gag reflex like that. Open."

Jim opened his mouth and let her take it out, then said, "I'm sorry, what is going on here?"

"I'm getting impressions of your teeth so we can mold your mouth guard. Go ahead and open again," Kendra replied. Jim opened his mouth and she took another impression, then rinsed his mouth out. "Don't worry, I'm not offended you got an erection. It's totally natural. And kind of flattering, to be honest. Which brings me to something I want to ask you. You know how Dr. Stanton said teeth grinding can be caused by stress and anxiety?"

"Yeah," Jim said.

"Well, a year ago I didn't notice any wear. Six months ago, I thought there might be some, but it was so slight I didn't mention it. Now I can definitely see it, so I wonder if you're stressed out because of your divorce, and if that's causing you to grind your teeth."

"You really think that's why I'm grinding my teeth?" he asked. "I mean, the divorce was stressful, but I'm over it now."

"Mine was stressful too," Kendra said. "Even though I was so over him, it was still tough. And we didn't have kids, so I'm sure yours was even more stressful. But you know, it could be a related condition, one I suffer from too," Kendra said. She reached over and put her hand on his thigh, a seductive look on her face.

"What's that?" Jim asked, wondering if this could possibly be happening. He felt himself start to get aroused as he glanced down at her chest, her breasts pushing against her tight scrub tops. He noticed she'd put her hair up into a ponytail when she'd stepped out, making her face look even prettier.

"Sometimes after a long relationship ends, people end up being alone for a while, sometimes a long time," Kendra said, moving her hand up his thigh. "That can lead to loneliness and tension, which only gets worse over time. They try to relieve it themselves, but it just doesn't work. I certainly know I've experienced that."

"I, uh, I think I know what you're saying," Jim said. "So that's why I'm grinding my teeth?"

"As a dental professional, I have to consider everything," Kendra replied. "And yes, in my professional opinion, that's causing your stress and tension. The question now is what are we going to do about it?"

"I, uh, I'm not sure," Jim stammered. "You mentioned the mouth guard before, but I'm not sure..."

"Yes, that would at least prevent further damage, but the underlying condition would still be there. We'll need to do something else to eliminate the problem entirely," she said. The hungry look in her eyes let Jim know exactly what she meant, and his heart rate quickened as he realized this could really be happening.

"What do you, uh, what do you recommend?" Jim asked nervously, suddenly apprehensive about being with a woman again.

"I recommend you stand up and let me see if I can relieve that tension," Kendra said, glancing at his crotch again. "It looks like you agree to that treatment plan."

"Are you serious?" Jim asked as he got to his feet, astonished this was happening. At 5'10 he was about four inches taller than her, and she was right in front of him now. He wanted to kiss her, to let his hands wander all over her body, but he hesitated, still not believing it was real.

"I take my job very seriously," Kendra said, stepping toward him until her body was pressing against his. "Now let me orally examine you. That's what you're here for, right?" Jim nodded and she leaned in and let her lips brush against his. She kissed him again and he kissed her back, the feel of her tongue entering his mouth sending his arousal through the roof. It had been so long since he'd kissed anyone, and forever since he'd kissed anyone other than his ex. Jim put his hands on Kendra's hips and shoved his tongue into her mouth, barely able to contain himself.

"You're not going to last, are you?" Kendra said. Jim started to protest, to tell her he could last as long as she needed, but she cut him off. "I think I'd better get to it." She reached down and grasped his dick, stroking him through his pants as she added, "Yes, you really need relief, don't you?" Jim felt her unbuckling his belt, still stunned, and felt her sliding his zipper down. Her hand was inside his pants now, touching him. "Were you always faithful?" Kendra asked quietly, and Jim nodded. "So it's been how long since you've been with another woman?"

"Twenty-five years," Jim moaned. "We met in college."

"A faithful, successful, handsome older guy," Kendra said, now unbuttoning his pants. "You're making me so wet." He felt his pants fall to the floor and then she started unbuttoning his shirt, slowly working her way down his chest. She looked at him seductively the whole time and then licked her lips, adding, "I can't wait to feel you cum in my mouth."

"Oh God," Jim moaned as she finished with his shirt and knelt down. He felt her hands on his lower thighs, then felt them sliding upward. They were so soft and smooth and now they were inside his boxers. It felt so good to be touched again, and his cock strained with anticipation, desperate for her to touch it, but Kendra's hands slid higher, inside the waistband of his boxers, teasing him and making him wait.

She pulled her hands backward, bringing the waistband toward her, and then lifted his boxers over his cock and tugged them to his ankles. "Yes," she said as she stroked him. "So much tension to relieve." Jim was average size, six inches when he'd measured it long ago, and wondered if that was okay with her. "Mmmm, it looks delicious," Kendra said. "Big enough to fill me, but not too big that I can't take all of it." He felt wetness on his cock and looked down to see her drooling on it, using her saliva as a lubricant as she stroked him. "I get kind of sloppy," Kendra said. "I hope that's okay."

"Oh God," Jim said, another surge of arousal shooting through him. He felt her tongue on the underside, sliding up toward his head, and he leaned his head back, years of tension beginning to melt away.

"Feel free to watch me work," Kendra said, and Jim looked down to see her looking right at him, her beautiful brown eyes locked on his, her tongue out, now swirling around his head. He was so turned on he wondered if he would even last a minute, and took a deep breath to steady himself. Kendra took his head into her mouth, giving him a few shallow sucks. "I'm going to wrap my lips tightly around it now, okay?" she said.

"Oh fuck," Jim moaned. He felt her lips slide down, past his head, her warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock. She slowly moved it back up, all the way to the tip, and then back down, again and again until Jim thought he might blow his load right there. Kendra let it fall out of her mouth and started stroking it gently, her tongue now licking his balls.

"These have been so neglected, no wonder you're so stressed out," she said, taking one of them between her lips. Jim exhaled loudly, a feeling of relief washing over him. She was right about that, he thought, thankful someone was finally making him feel good. "I can't wait to empty them into my throat," Kendra said as she switched to the other one.

A moment later she was back to his cock, licking his shaft before kissing her way up and down it. She took his head back into her mouth and he felt her hands on his thighs, her soft palms pressing gently against him. He heard her moan and looked down into her eyes, then watched as she moved her mouth downward. This time she kept going, until he felt himself in her throat, and he groaned and said, "Oh, that feels so good."

She held him in her throat for several seconds, his cock throbbing inside her, and then began to suck him from base to tip and back again. She went slowly, getting every inch of him, drenching his cock with saliva. He could feel it running down onto his balls, and she began to fondle them with her fingers while she moaned enthusiastically. He felt precum leaking out of him and couldn't think of anything else now, his whole being focused on what she was doing with her mouth.

Kendra was still going slowly, deliberately, from tip to base, taking all of him into her mouth. Jim's muscles tensed and his cock swelled, and he leaned his head back, his eyes closed, his mind consumed with only one thing. He was getting close now, the feeling so intense he was straining for relief, wanting nothing more than to unload in her mouth. She stopped for a second and said, "Go ahead and give me a few squirts. I'm going to swallow all of it."

"Oh, fuck," he said loudly as he felt his cock twitch. She slid her lips back down his shaft once, then again, and Jim twitched again, his orgasm building as his muscles tensed even more. He put his hands on her shoulders and she suddenly started going faster, her mouth moving up and down his shaft as he felt it coming, his whole body straining for relief as she slid downward again, and again, and then...

Jim exploded into her mouth, releasing years of sexual frustration. He groaned loudly and his knees started to buckle as he shot another stream into her, then another. He felt it throughout his whole body, his cock throbbing as he shot into her mouth for a fourth time. "Oh, that feels so good," he cried out as Kendra held his pulsing cock in her mouth until he'd completely finished, before she released him and squeezed it with her hand, using the tip of her tongue to get the last drops.

Jim looked down and she swallowed and said, "Well, I think we've solved that problem. You really needed that, didn't you?"

"You have no idea," Jim said breathlessly. "It's been so long since I've gotten head like that."

"I'm glad you liked it," Kendra said.

"I can't believe that just happened," Jim said.

"Why?" Kendra asked as she stood up. "You said I'm a good hygienist, right?"

"Yeah, I did," Jim said. "But I meant..."

"My job is to give you a thorough oral examination and clean you out," Kendra said, a broad smile on her face.

"And to think I was just here for the conversation," Jim replied, smiling too. "I did mean that, you know. Despite what your receptionist may have told you, I never expected..."

"I like talking to you, too," Kendra said. "Although I must say, I was a little disappointed you didn't ask me out last time."

"I didn't think I had a chance," Jim said. "You're so young and pretty, and my wife had just left me, so I figured there was no point. I thought you were in your twenties."

"You know how to make a girl feel good, don't you?" Kendra said. "You're handsome, successful, easy to talk to. So what if your wife left you? That's her problem."

"I know, it's just that I'm 46, divorced, with two kids," Jim said. "Not exactly what women are looking for.

"One of my friends said I should try older guys because they're more mature than the guys I've been dating," Kendra said. "She thinks that since guys your age didn't grow up online with smartphones, they know how to hold a conversation."

"I guess that's true," Jim said.

"They're more skilled in bed because they actually care about a woman's needs," Kendra said. "And they're really good at oral. Is that true?"

"I guess so," Jim replied.

"You guess so?" Kendra asked.

"I mean, yes, I do care about my partner's needs. I've always gotten turned on by..." Jim said, his voice trailing off.

"By what?" Kendra asked.

"By pleasing a woman, and by getting her off," Jim admitted.

"Damn, this is too good to be true. Now I need my oral examination," Kendra said. "The good part is we're at a dentist's office, so we can clean my mouth out and then get back to work." She sat down in the chair and handed Jim the sprayer, which he used to rinse her mouth out. "Close my lips around it?" she asked as she handed him the suction tool, and Jim smiled. Then she brushed her teeth and said, "Okay, show me what you've got."

Jim pushed his shoes off and stepped out of his pants, now completely naked, and climbed on top of her after she reclined the chair. He started kissing her deeply, their tongues sliding against each other's as he let his hands wander all of her body. He pulled her shirt up and fondled her breasts, then unhooked her bra as she pulled her shirt over her head. He took her right breast into his mouth, delighted to be sucking a woman's tits again. Kendra's breasts were still firm and perky, and Jim devoured them, licking her hardened nipples as she began to moan.

He felt her hands on his shoulders, nudging him downward, and he kissed his way down her toned abs until he slid off the end of the chair. He was on his knees now and she pressed a button to adjust the chair, raising it a bit until she was at the perfect height. Jim grasped her scrub bottoms and pulled them down, revealing her smooth, toned legs and her tiny white panties. He slid his hands up her smooth thighs and began to tease her, his fingers running along the edge of her underwear.

"I can't wait," she moaned, and Jim grasped her panties with both hands, sliding them off to reveal her shaved pussy. Kendra spread her legs and Jim touched her, delighted she was already wet. He slipped one finger, then two, into her tight, wet pussy, and she began to whimper as he fingered her. "I need it so bad," Kendra said. Jim put his hands on her thighs and leaned forward, dragging his tongue along the sides of her pussy. He was going to make her wait too, tease her, and as he slide his tongue up and down she began to writhe, like she was trying to find his tongue. He flicked it against her clit, and she said softly, "Oh yes, just like that."

Jim hadn't tasted a woman other than his ex in a long, long time, and he found himself getting aroused again. He loved doing this to women, loved making them wet, making them climax with his mouth. He licked Kendra lightly, teasing her, gently building her up. She was moaning louder now, and he swirled his tongue, tried a few different things until he got into a rhythm he could tell she liked.

"You're good at this, aren't you?" she asked

"Mmm-hmmm," he said in response.

"How long did you say it's been?" she asked. Her voice was higher pitched now, and he just grunted in response. Kendra started whimpering as he continued, and then asked, "How'd you get so good at this?" Jim grunted again, wondering why she was trying to talk to him, and she said, "Oh fuck, that's so good. I can't believe I didn't try older guys before. How in the hell did someone let you go? Is she crazy?"

He lifted his head momentarily and said, "I can't really talk right now."

"Sorry," she said. "Bad habit. I'm used to talking to people who--oh yeah, just like that." He was going a little faster now, with a bit more pressure, and she really started to respond. "Oh yeah, Jim. Yes! Yes! Just like that! Oh yeah, make me come!" He kept going, responding to her body, going with what worked. He could tell she was getting closer, from both how she could barely talk and how her body tensed, how her hips started thrusting upward against his mouth.

Jim put his hands on Kendra's abs and really dove in. His face was a mess, his chin and upper lip soaked from being buried in her pussy, and now she was thrusting against him. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, and he pressed harder, let her grind against him until he felt her body shudder and heard her exhale loudly. "Oh God, that's so good!" she cried out, and he kept going, holding her in place as her body writhed, pleased with himself and now fully aroused from giving her an orgasm.

After a while she nudged his head away, her breathing heavy as he looked up her body at her. Kendra opened her eyes and looked into his, then smiled. "I guess I wasn't the only one with unrelieved tension," Jim said.

"I can't believe I just did that," Kendra said quietly, covering her mouth with her hands. "You probably think I'm a slut, or that I'm crazy, doing this with you at work."

"No, not at all," Jim replied.

"It's just that, well, it's been a while," Kendra admitted. "Even longer since it was with someone I actually like. It's so hard to meet people. I promise I don't normally do that. I mean, I never have before, at least not at work." It's cute how now she's embarrassed, Jim thought as she continued, "I've always kind of fantasized about taking a guy at work, just having my way with him, and nothing else is working, so I thought, what the hell. I guess I just couldn't help myself. I hope you don't think there's something wrong with me."

"No, not at all," Jim said, sitting next to her on the chair as she lay naked before him. "I thought that's what you thought about me," he said. "Okay, not the slut part, since I never get laid, but that I'm some loser old guy trying to get some action at the dentist's office."

"Well, I did think you were an older guy trying to get laid," Kendra said, smiling. "At least I hoped you were. Here, let me show you something." She nudged him off the chair and went to the computer in the room, where she pulled up his account. "Read this," she said.

"Patient requested Kendra as his hygienist," Jim read. "I told patient we do not take requests and he'll get who he gets. I believe patient finds Kendra attractive and wants to date her. I am concerned that he could harass her or do something inappropriate, so to keep Kendra safe I believe patient should be seen by a different hygienist." Jim felt his face get red, and said, "No, I would never do that. I can't believe..."

"Hold on," Kendra interrupted. "Read this note."

"Patient is a nice, respectful gentleman with whom I have had two wonderful conversations during previous appointments," Jim read. "If patient wants to date me, I highly encourage him to do so. Please assign me as his hygienist at his next appointment and make sure it's the last one of the day. Feel free to let him believe you think he's a creep. It'll be more fun that way. Kendra."

"Yes, that's very funny," Jim said as Kendra stood smiling from ear to ear. "I'm glad I'm the joke of the your office. But seriously, would you like to have dinner with me?" Jim asked.

"Sure, now you want to have dinner with me," Kendra said.

"I almost asked you before, but I didn't think I had a chance," Jim said.

"You just have to have confidence," Kendra said. "Of course I would like to have dinner with you. When are you available?"

"How about right now?" Jim asked. "I know you have a long drive, and I assume you have to work tomorrow, so you could stay at my place tonight."

"That's awfully presumptuous of you, don't you think?" Kendra asked. "You think I'm going to sleep with you on our first date? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"No, I just meant since it'd be a late night, you wouldn't have to drive. I have a guest room and..." Jim said, quickly realizing from the look on her face that she was messing with him again. "Okay, I get it. You actually are into me, aren't you?"

"Let me show you," Kendra said. "I need to get something from my car. Meet me in room one, okay?" Jim nodded and watched her quickly get dressed before she went out the back door. He brushed his teeth and put his clothes back on, and then went to room one and sat on a chair for almost thirty minutes, until he saw her at the entrance. "What do you think?" she asked.

Jim's jaw dropped at the sight of her in a skimpy red dress and three-inch heels. Her hair was down, and she'd touched up her makeup, to the point that Jim wondered if she looked better than she had when she was naked. No, not quite that good, he thought, but damn--her legs looked incredible, long and toned and smooth, all the way up to her thighs, which he could see most of because the dress stopped well above her knees. The tight fabric showed the curve of her hips, her slender waist, her flat stomach and then her beautiful breasts, the plunging neckline giving him a perfect view. Kendra's smile lit up the room, and Jim was aroused again, this time not even bothering to try to hide it.

"I guess I have my answer," Kendra said, her eyes darting down to his crotch.

"Sorry, I--I'm having a hard time talking," Jim said. "I mean, wow. That's really all I've got--wow."

"I packed for dinner this morning," Kendra said. "And I have my overnight bag, so I'm ready when you are."

"Isn't that a bit presumptuous?" Jim asked. "You just assumed I was going to ask you out, and that I'd sleep with you on our first date?" Kendra cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow. "I guess I didn't stand a chance with a dress like that," he continued. "Although you look good in anything. You had this planned from the beginning, didn't you?"

"Everything I've been doing lately hasn't worked out," Kendra said. "So when Sandy told me you asked for me, I figured I should go for it. I saw your ex-wife had her records transferred to another office, so I thought maybe you'd split up. Then when you confirmed it, well, I was going to change into this right before the end of your appointment, once everyone had left, come back in wearing this and seeing if you could resist asking me to dinner, but then..."

"You couldn't help yourself?" Jim asked. Kendra nodded and smiled sheepishly, and Jim continued, "I couldn't either. Anyway, I'm ready when you are. Any ideas on where to go?"

"Somewhere we can really take our time," Kendra said as she stepped toward him. "You know, have a long, deep conversation, really get to know each other, just talk for hours and hours. You're good with that, aren't you?"

"Of course," Jim said, wondering how long he could hold out. It had been a while since he'd done it twice in one night, but he was fully aroused again, the sight of Kendra in her dress and heels making him wonder if he'd even be able to hold a conversation. She was right in front of him now, her body almost touching his as she looked directly into his eyes. "I love talking to you."

"Somewhere private, where I can tell you all the things I'm going to do to you later tonight," Kendra continued. "With my hands, and my mouth, and my..."

"Maybe we should go somewhere quick," Jim said, fully aroused again.

"You're not going to last, are you?" she asked. Jim shook his head and she continued, "I told you to meet me in here because this is our wider dental chair. It's for our larger patients, and every time I work in here I think about how it's the perfect width for me to straddle someone. Here I am, at work, and all I can think about is lowering myself onto some guy and..."

Jim kissed her passionately, his hands wandering all over her body until she pulled away and pushed him into the dental chair. She leaned down and kissed him, then started unbuttoning his shirt again from top to bottom. When she reached his waist she tugged his shirt out of his waistband and grabbed his belt, quickly unbuckling it and pulling it off. Then Kendra unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly, pulling them to his ankles after Jim kicked off his shoes. "Dress on or off?" she asked.

"On," Jim said. "Heels too."

"So naughty, fucking me at work with my clothes on," Kendra said. She hiked up her dress and Jim saw she wasn't wearing panties. "No point in putting them back on," she said as she climbed onto the chair. "I knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself." Then she lowered herself onto him, letting Jim's hard cock slide into her wet pussy. It was warm and tight, and Jim started moaning as she slid up and down his shaft. He squeezed her breasts through her dress, fondling her nipples with his fingers as she writhed against him. "Hold out for me," she said quietly, starting to moan as she ground against him.

Normally Jim would be worried he wouldn't be able to keep it up after getting off only an hour earlier, but today he had the opposite problem. He could tell she was on her way to another orgasm by how she was whimpering and grinding into him, and it turned him on immensely. Kendra was gripping him tightly, drenching him as she rocked her hips and rubbed her clit against him, to the point Jim had to take deep breaths to make himself last.

He could tell she was getting close as her thrusts got shallower and she ground against him harder. Jim put his hands on her ass and squeezed hard, making Kendra squeal. He could tell she liked it and squeezed her again, pulling her downward against him. He thrust his hips upward, pressing into her and she said, "Oh fuck, Jim, I'm so close." He thrust upward again, determined to make her climax before he did, and squeezed her ass again before he moved his hands to her thighs and felt her muscles tighten. She was breathing heavily and letting out high-pitched squeals, her body gyrating against his, pressing harder against him now, until...

"Oh yeah," Kendra said quietly, exhaling deeply as her body shuddered. "Oh yeah, that's so good. Oh yeah." She kept grinding and Jim pushed upward, getting as deeply into her as he could, helping her keep her orgasm going. She was still moaning, still grinding, until both gradually subsided. Jim's cock was still inside her and, desperate to finish, he started thrusting upward. "I need it from behind," she said and pulled off him and got off the chair. Jim scrambled to his feet and Kendra climbed back on, on all fours now, reaching to the side and adjusting the height upward. "Is that good?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"A little higher," Jim said, standing at the end of the chair, his cock straight out, waiting for her. "There, right there," he said once she was lined up perfectly.

"I need you to fuck me hard," Kendra ordered, and Jim put his hands on her hips and plunged into her, making her squeal. He thrust hard, as deeply as he could, the sound of his body smacking against hers filling the room along with his grunts and her squeals. He held her in place with his hands, her body shaking each time he slammed into her, and despite his best efforts felt himself nearing the edge after only a couple minutes. His cock was throbbing now, her tight pussy enveloping it as he drove into her again and again.

Jim felt his muscles tighten and she started shouting, "Fuck me, Jim! Fuck me harder! Harder!" He was almost out of control now, his mind and body focused on only one thing, and he pounded her harder, again and again, his muscles stiffening, his cock throbbing as he felt it coming. He thrust again, and again, and she was squealing now, her words barely intelligible, and then he drove again, and again, and...

"Ahhhh," Jim groaned as he came, blowing his load deep inside Kendra's pussy. He almost doubled over, almost collapsed onto her but kept on his feet, thrusting once, twice more as he throbbed inside her, releasing the rest of his load. He realized he was gripping her hips hard and relaxed his hands, his cock still inside her, still throbbing as his orgasm began to subside. It felt so good being inside a woman again, taking her from behind, making her climax that Jim didn't want it to end and just held himself there.

After a while she pulled forward gently, letting his softening cock slip out of her, and turned to sit facing him. "That was incredible, Jim," Kendra said, smiling as he straightened up.

"Thank you," Jim said. "I needed that."

"We both needed that," Kendra said. "Now let's go on our date." They cleaned themselves up and got dressed, meeting at the front desk, where Kendra said, "Let's go ahead and schedule your next appointment while we're here. How's the second Monday in January?"

"Sure," Jim said.

"Last appointment of the day again?" Kendra asked with a mischievous grin. Jim nodded, and she handed him two reminder cards.

"Two cards?" he asked, looking down to see one that said January 12 and one that said the current date and a time of 11:00 p. m.

"That's for later tonight," Kendra said. "We're going to finish your oral examination, make sure you're completely cleaned out."

"Kendra, I don't know," Jim said. "I'm 46 and we already did it twice. I don't know if I can..."

"I'm not too worried about it," Kendra interjected, leaning forward to kiss him. "Like you said, I'm really good at my job, and I'm very thorough."